Five Alarm Lust by Elise Whyles (popular books to read .TXT) 📕

it from around his neck before attacking his shirt, pulling it from his pants so her hands could creep beneath the fabric. She smirked at the jump of his muscles as her nails scored over his toned abs, her fingers raking through the springy hair on his chest. She paused at the hard little nubbins of his nipples, tweaking them and wallowing in his pleasured sounds.

“Tell me what you want.” Hard, unyielding, his tone crept over her as she arched against him. Her thigh slid between his, rubbing against his hard cock, and creating friction on her clit at the same time. “God yes, just like that. Harder, baby, harder.”

Gillian heard the ping of buttons flying as he ripped his shirt off. She gasped, licking her dry lips before leaning forward. Would he like it if she kissed his nipples? Skimming her lips over his pectoral muscle, she chuckled hoarsely at his tortured groan before placing chaste kisses across his chest. She glanced up and licked at his nipple, her tongue flicking it once, twice, before she withdrew and reached for her glasses.

“No.” Jack caught her hand and tugged them away from the dark frames. “Leave them on.”

“But…” Gillian fell silent at the press of his touch to her lips. Curling her fingers through his, she nodded her consent.

The brush of his fingertip down her throat to the top button of her simple cotton blouse made Gilli shimmy. She watched his face as he slid each button free. The look of want in his expression bolstered her courage. Heat pooled, gathering beneath her panties until she wondered if they were wet.

She sucked in a quick breath when his touch brushed over her belly button. Shards of pleasure rocked through her, sending waves of need straight to her crotch. Clinging to him, she tilted her head back, his lips drawing down her throat. She cried out when he palmed her crotch, his hand sliding over her skirt to cup her. He used the heel of his hand to stimulate her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Chapter 19

A whine of need escaped when he popped the button and slid the zipper down to slide the polyester of her skirt to the floor and caress her pussy. Back and forth, back and forth, he stroked her, pausing to flick at her aching clit with each movement. Her knees weak, she clung to him, her forehead pressed into his shoulder. Ragged, harsh breaths escaped her lungs as she shuddered and shivered with the tightening coil of her impending orgasm.

Biting her hand to muffle her cry of pleasure, Gillian barely felt Jack catch her as she exploded. Her pussy clenched and a wash of moisture flooded her again and again. “Yes, Jack, please.”

The coolness of her leather couch proved a welcome relief from the heat soaring through her. She arched into his touch, his fingers peeling her panties down her legs and tossing them aside.

“Touch yourself, Gilli. Come on, baby. You know you want to.” Jack coaxed her hand, directing her fingers to her throbbing cunt. “Yeah, like that. Stroke it, baby, yeah. God you’re so beautiful, so sexy. I could spend all night watching you.”

Slow, steady, she stroked herself like he had, her fingers sliding through her essence, gliding across sensitive flesh until she was sure she was going to go crazy. She dipped a finger into her warm cunt and cried out at the crashing wave of pure sensation. Arching into her own touch, she undulated under her hand, her body empty, aching.

She stilled when she felt Jack’s calloused hand creep up her thigh, her eyes flashing open. “No, don’t stop. I want to see you pleasure yourself, touch yourself. Make yourself come again, Gilli, you can do it. I want to see you come apart. It’s so sexy and hot. Makes me hard as hell.”

At his words, her eyes darted to the front placket of his jeans. Reaching out, she undid the button, slid the zipper down slowly, her eyes locked on his as her knuckles grazed his hard cock. His shiver at her touch bolstered her confidence.

“Does that feel good?” Her face burned at the question, but she didn’t want to back down. If all she got was this, it was more than she’d ever had.

“You have no idea,” Jack rasped. His hand crushed into hers, dragging it up the placket of his pants to the elastic of his briefs. “Touch me, Gilli, I need to feel your hand on me.”

Unable to pull away from the heat of him, Gillian watched the fabric bunch in her fist as she pulled it down. His cock sprang out, the wide, thick head glistening. Hasty, wanting more, she tugged his clothes down a bit. She curled her fingers around his length. The hiss of his breath an aphrodisiac. She whimpered and her head fell back when he reached down, his thick fingers sliding into her slick pussy. Mimicking his movements, she moved her hand back and forth, her grip steady as she hovered on the edge.

She protested when he withdrew his fingers and then gasped when he stepped back, his clothes flying as he kicked them from his legs. Relief flooded her when he reached for his wallet and pulled out a condom. She stared as he rolled the clear latex down his shaft, his fist pumping it as he slid the protection into place.

“Now,” he grunted, reaching for her.

She cried out when he ripped her shirt aside, exposing her lacy bra, his gaze feasting on the curves beneath. Shivers danced up her spine at the heat in his eyes before he lowered his mouth to suckle. He nuzzled, nudging the lace cup aside to bare her flesh. His tongue drew a nipple into his mouth, his lips and teeth closing around it as he played with it. Each flick of his tongue as powerful as a punch. Her hands flayed. Uncertain of where to put them, she leaned back,